Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Croatia and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Roy Ayers Ubiquity to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by the Fania All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All Eve St. Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Young Rascals record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alison Limerick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mission of Burma,
Barrington Levy,
Minny Pops,
Kurtis Blow,
Bauhaus,
Sixth Finger,
Motorama,
Half Japanese,
Adolescents,
Cluster,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Pet Shop Boys,
Harpers Bizarre,
Cecil Taylor,
Section 25,
Das Ding,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Carl Craig,
Babytalk,
Gang Gang Dance,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
48th St. Collective,
Tubeway Army,
Josef K,
Wally Richardson,
kango's stein massive,
Deepchord,
Basic Channel,
Don Cherry,
Hardrive,
Eric Copeland,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Gabor Szabo,
Spoonie Gee,
Nik Kershaw,
Pantaleimon,
Zero Boys,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Q65,
Theoretical Girls,
Funky Four + One,
ABC,
The Invisible,
Desert Stars,
The Fall,
Alphaville,
Junior Murvin,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Ponytail,
10cc,
Todd Rundgren,
Scientists,
Dennis Brown,
Max Romeo,
KRS-One,
Eric Dolphy,
Agitation Free,
Agent Orange,
Organ,
Swans,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.